User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20120211000928/@comment-3474228-20121027024558

Marconi hears the statement but ignores, thoughtfully stroking his chin hair. He smiles as he usually does when thinking and then begins to supervise the assorted vermin. After ten minutes, he claps his paws and cups them around his mouth, standing at the bow of the ship. "All beasts aboard 'lest ye wanna be leavin' yer carcasses behind fer the seagulls!"